You're wasting everybody's time. Just say it. Say you killed him." Beckett leaned up against the wall, pressuring her suspects into admitting their sins.
"You know, the force must be getting kinda desperate for officers." One of the men looked her up and down.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kate popped a hip and stared them down.
"It means," the man leaned into the table, talking directly at her. "you're fat." Both men started laughing and making jokes.
"Looks like she had one too many donuts on break!" The second suspect pointed at Beckett again, still laughing at his own joke.
Beckett's anger took over. She stormed over to the table and slammed her fist down, putting her face close to the others. "You're calling me at? Take a look at yourself. You're nothing but a low life scum, running around killing and then stuffing the body in a dumpster. And you got your friend over here tagging along."
"Hey, no one says that to my friend, or me for hat matter, he's only telling the truth." He looked Beckett up and down again.
She reached over the table and grabbed his collar, "Look, buddy. I'm not fat. I don't like donuts. I'm pregnant. And still tougher than you."
"Pregnant?" The guy snorted at her.
"Did I say you could talk?" Beckett pointed a finger at him, making him back up and shake his head. "I'm tired, I can't drink coffee, and I'd really like to go home. So how about you make this a lot easier on all of us, and not waste anymore of my time?"
"We won't." The men had gone from tough as nails to soft as cotton candy like that.
The first guy tapped his friend on the shoulder, "Say sorry."
"Sorry."
He saw her come out of the room, wiping her eyes and keeping her head down. She slammed the break room door behind her. She sat in the nearest chair, exhausted, and started crying. The hormones were already getting the best of her. Castle opened the door slowly, and saw her. He bent down in front of her, "Kate, sweetie, what happened?"
She put her arms around his neck, and cried into his shoulder. "They called me fat. I don't even usually care what people call me. I've been called a lot worse than fat, but there was something about it that was so humiliating."
"Honey, you're not fat."
"I'm just going to keep getting fatter and uglier as the months go on." She was crying heavily, still unable to compose herself.
"Kate, you could never be ugly, ever." He wiped the tears off her cheeks, reassuringly. She kept her head down, though. "Kate, look at me." She looked up slowly. He reached for a box of tissues, wiping mascara off her cheek. He gave her a quick, soft kiss on the lips when he was done.
She was waiting at the elevator for him, while he grabbed his things and talked to the boys. He stopped at Ryan and Espo's desks. "She okay, bro?" Espo looked at him in concern.
"Yeah, she's just tired. Hasn't been sleeping well." He paused and looked at the murder board. "Could you guys.." he trailed off.
"We'll wrap it up." Ryan answered.
"Thanks guys." Castle smiled at them before hurrying to his wife's side to finally go home.